Translated by Nenko Tsatsarov

look the sun is rising

now look it is setting

and your face shines or darkens

and this is the time

there is no other time

save for this sunny time

of joy and sorrow

now look the moon is rising

and your hair ripens like wheat

look the moon is crumbling

but your hair ripens like wheat

the undying does not die

because it can’t

we die

because we have a talent for it

the wind in the woods

the rock in the river

they have a cosmic talent –

they don’t die

but when we stand

and i kiss you

the talent of the cosmos is ours

and the earthen jars of the world are full